it’s complicated is it really so rude to choose not to use chopsticks a fork a spoon work so much better even fingers in a pinch who’s idea was it to eat with sticks why spend time fighting with the food when satisfying an appetite
a journey a journey filled with sentimental ease a journey where 1’s soul feels free no time no moments wasted on negativities a journey comingling past & future creating now for you & i and
paradise paradise wasn’t lost it was found on a river bank where the surface water lay still the undercurrent sweeping indifference down stream drenching one in tranquility the trees encouraging one to breath to breath to breath stress slowly releasing with every calming breath
crossing a crossing to a new day a bridge between the last and this keeping acute focus on the whole not examining the individual fragments relief the river below a flowing of the extraneous watching
three spirits one man if you listen deeply you will hear my howl it comes from my heart sometimes in soft whispers sometimes a hollering call always of love always protecting always for you at day as i roam forging through the woods it is my test
